Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Newcleus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.